By Lyndsay Wheble

Lyndsay Wheble's work has appeared in NEWMAG, Litro, Queen Mob's Teahouse, The Oxford Writing Circle Anthology and elsewhere. She won the Reflex Fiction Prize Summer 2018 and has shortlisted for the HISSAC and Yeovil Prizes. She recently completed an MA in Creative Writing at Oxford Brookes.
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Sea Shanty

    27th November 1781 Today I scrubbed my hands clean until they were red and swollen with anguish and small dots of red blood prickled across my knuckles. It gave me no pleasure to do so, but for a few moments, those few short moments before my nerve endings prickled in alarm, I felt…